Purple OrchidsBut the old people said,
You can’t go to a place not real.
You can’t go into that field
because that field is only in your head.
She smoked her bong. She knew they were wrong.
She walked the field of orchids.
poetry
michaelhaller
I write various stuff and work in a public library. Published in X-R-A-Y, Maudlin House, Chill Subs, Five on the Fifth, Across the Margin, JAKE, Buzgaga, Blue as an Orange, BULLSHIT LIT, Bear Creek Gazette, FATHERFATHER and others.
Cincinnati, OH, United States
Selected work (23 publications)
RevivalKECK: Your mind is weak.
LONG: I’m washed up.
KECK: You’re a quitter.
LONG: Always have been.
KECK: You’ve squandered your gifts.
LONG: A waste.
KECK: You’re an embarrassment to the dignity of the human spirit.
play
26 KidsAlice, Bobby, Christy, Dennis, and Eva…the first five of a proposed 26 children each named with a successive letter of the alphabet, so that when the birthing cycle was complete, there would be an A-to-Z compendium of kids.
Short Story
The FGMThe fairy godmother was pissed because she’d been assigned the role of kindly old maid who had to walk around in a pink tutu holding a wand and saving girls from the predatory men and women they were in love with.
fairytale
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